Tedor shrugged. "Coincidence maybe. I don't know. He admitted visiting Fornswitthe earlier. He's immensely interested in 1955."
"As you say, coincidence."
"That's hardly likely. Especially since Dorlup made it his business to know Fornswitthe's whereabouts. That's the part that hurts, Ruscar. If I hadn't decided to take the evening off, I'd have been helping Fornswitthe prepare the report."
"How far did he get?"
"Impossible to say. I found one spool, others probably were stolen."
Ruscar led Tedor to a chair, told him to sit down. Soon Ruscar had clamped an electrode to the side of Tedor's head, plugging the wire which led from it into the wall. "Let's concentrate on this girl you found in Fornswitthe's place."
Tedor nodded, found it ridiculously easy. Moments later, a sheet of paper popped out of a slot in the wall. Ruscar retrieved it, stared at the sketch of a beautiful face. "She looks familiar," he said, and slid the drawing into a second slot.
He offered Tedor a cigarette, and together they waited. In five minutes, a buzzer purred, a section of a wall in front of them was bathed in light. On it appeared the twice life-size solidio of a woman.
"That's her!" Tedor cried, and read the legend under the picture. Laniq Hadrien, age 25, height 5'6", weight 125, v. s. 36-24-36, hair blond, eyes blue. Wanted: 5th century B.C., 8th, 13th, 16th, 20th A.D. Time tinkering: pilfered fifteen valuable works of art, motive unknown.
"I knew she looked familiar," said Ruscar after the picture had faded. "She's the daughter of a Domique Hadrien who created quite a furor a few years back with a theory about dictatorship. Maybe you remember it."